She calls you when her car breaks down. When she needs help moving. When some guy she's actually dating treats her badly.
You're the listener. The reliable one. The guy who would treat her so much better, if she'd just open her eyes.
She won't. You trained her to see you as the low-effort option — the friend who requires zero risk and zero investment. Every favor dug the hole deeper.
The "22 Rules" break the pattern. You'll stop auditioning for a role she already cast and become the man she chases instead. It starts with Rule 1.
That sentence contains at least five follow-up questions she WANTS you to ask. Where in Florida? What brought you here? How long have you been in the area? What do you miss? How does it compare to here?
She handed them to you on a silver platter. And you said, "Oh cool. I come here every week. I love this band. Ummm... pretty crowded tonight."
She smiled politely. Nodded. And never texted you back.
I was that guy for years. Talking too much. Listening too little. Panicking about my next sentence while she was literally feeding me the answers.
Then I found 22 rules that fixed the whole thing. Rule number one: shut up and listen. She'll tell you exactly what to say.
This is par for the course.Have you noticed all the women teachers getting busted for sex with male students as young as 7 years old ? It has always been my theory that there are way more women pedophiles than male pedophiles,remember rape is about power.The female teachers get a slap on the wrist when caught raping a student.I saw one such teacher received a sentence of one day in jail (what a joke) Then I see stories of male teachers caught having sex with students and they throw the book at him life in prison with no chance of parole (and rightfully so ) but justice is supposed to be equal under the law and it is not.
She's an immigrant. If it was a Black or Brown woman that did this then she would have got jail time and then got deported? Sounds like she went on a spree. Real Mental illness is like if you are running around the block naked or talking crazy to random people walking by. Just following through with a depraved fantasy and say "fvck it, I'll do whatever I want today because my life sucks, the heck with the world" is not mental illness to me.
You asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.
